Dreams
Dreams are your visions that no one can steal.
They arrive in the darkness of night.
A window to feelings you cannot conceal
When your body`s too tired to fight.
Wishes and hopes you`ve tucked safely away
Can resurface in vivid detail.
Fears and frustrations of previous days
May return on a much larger scale.
Escaping to dreams can be a relief
From your life`s everyday endless stress.
Or a chisel to chip at the boulder of grief
Left in place of a loved ones caress.
So, yes, in a way, our dreams tell a tale
Of our lives greatest triumphs and pain.
And sometimes the real world may appear pale
To the unconscious memories you gain.
Copyright © Christy Mcmillan | Year Posted 2010
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